In the early morning, the rain that had fallen all night finally lightened up and then gradually stopped.
Normally at this time, the forest would have been filled with the chirping of birds and the chirping of insects, gradually becoming lively.
But today, the woods that had been washed by rain for several hours were wet everywhere, and the birds and insects didn't know where they were hiding.
You can only hear the water droplets sliding down the leaves, dripping on the lower leaves, making a gentle pattering sound, which makes the surrounding silence more and more apparent.
A group of Xirong people with no end in sight walked through the woods without saying a word.
Although they all walked as lightly as possible, they couldn't handle the large number of people, and the messy footsteps still broke the silence in the woods.
Daqi's camp was already close at hand, and through the faint morning light, the outline of the flagpole and camp tent could be vaguely seen.
The person leading the team quietly waved the flag in his hand, signaling the people behind him to proceed as planned.
The Xirong people dispersed as if they had rehearsed it long ago, clenched their scimitars in their hands, and rushed into Daqi's military camp from all directions, preparing for a killing spree.
But when they entered the camp, they quickly discovered that something was wrong.
The camp was eerily quiet. Not only were there no soldiers patrolling or standing guard, there was even no one in the military tent.
The military flags were blown by the wind, and the stove in the camp was still burning. Many soaked clothes and shoes were placed beside the stove, and the firewood made a crackling sound.
Water was still boiling on the stoves in some tents, and it was steaming.
Everything seemed so normal, yet so weird.
It was as if the military camp was bustling with people just a moment ago, and suddenly everyone disappeared out of thin air.
"No, we've fallen into a trap!" The leader reacted first and shouted, "Retreat, everyone!"
but!
It's too late!
Just as he shouted to retreat, clusters of feather arrows fell like raindrops.
In an instant, wailings broke out everywhere, and the unsuspecting Xirong soldiers fell down with a crash.
The wet grass was dyed red with blood, and the injured man fell to the ground, groaning and rolling and struggling.
The wounded who had no vital injuries were crawling on the ground like headless flies, trying to find a safe place to hide.
Those with severe injuries can only lie on the ground in despair, waiting for the last moments of life to come.
The leader was so anxious that he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Hide! Find a place to hide quickly—"
He shouted so loudly that his throat almost broke, but it soon stopped abruptly.
The Xirong soldiers who were fleeing in all directions looked back and found that the leader was hit by an arrow in the chest and fell straight to the ground.
He lay on the ground and watched the sun leap out from behind the mountains and spread its light over the mountains and forests.
The wound on the chest was so painful that it was numb to the point where I couldn't feel anything anymore.
His expression was quite calm, but his eyes were full of confusion.
He didn't understand why what was supposed to be a perfect plan turned into this.
How did Daqi know about his plan?
Is it possible that there are spies from Daqi among our people?
Thinking of this, an unknown fire suddenly rose in his heart.
If he knew who the spy was, he would be cut into pieces and thrown into the grassland to be trampled by cows and horses.
But at this time, let alone looking for spies, he could not even speak.
"Hoho--"
He roared unwillingly from the depths of his throat, but the light in his eyes gradually dimmed and quickly dissipated, leaving only his empty, lifeless eyes staring at the sky.
The leader died, and the Xirong people were suddenly leaderless and in chaos.
At this moment, another round of feather arrows struck.
At that moment, no one could care about anyone else. They were all shouting and running, looking for something that could provide them with shelter.
When the deputy general saw the flag bearer abandoning the flag and running away in panic, he was so angry that he cursed loudly. He stepped forward to take the flag, stood beside him, and shouted: "Everyone, find a place to hide, pick up your weapons, and don't panic!"
Xirong people are inherently aggressive by nature, and the panic just now was just a result of being caught off guard.
At this time, everyone used the military tents and other objects in the camp as cover, and was basically free from the threat of arrows.
Seeing that the deputy general had taken over the position of the chief general, everyone's panic calmed down a lot.
The arrogant ones even started to rummage around in the tent, and when they saw anything they could use, they took it for themselves.
Seeing that his words had an effect, the deputy general immediately kept up his efforts and said: "You are all the bravest men on the grassland and the heroes in the hearts of the Kulun people. Your parents, wives and daughters are still looking forward to you bringing back glory, so cheer me up——
"
"oh oh--"
Before he finished speaking, he heard echoing roars from all around.
Just when he thought it was his words that made the soldiers' blood boil, many Wuman people suddenly rushed out from the trees and grass around the camp.
The Xirong people had fought against them before, and were already mentally prepared for their weird costumes.
But this time, the state of these Wuman people seemed to be very different from before.
They were all in high spirits, roaring like animals, running fast with bare feet, and after rushing into the camp, they raised a bamboo pipe in their hands and blew around.
There are hair-thin needles flying out of the bamboo tube, which are inconspicuous at first glance, but once they are stuck on the body, the person who was hit by the needles will immediately feel numbness in the injured area.
Then this numbness will spread outward from the center of the wound, and soon spread to the whole body, causing people to lose strength, collapse to the ground, and be unable to move.
Qi Bing followed behind the Wuman people, grabbing the hair of the Xirong people, and when he raised the knife with his hand, a head fell to the ground. He was even more relaxed than a melon farmer harvesting melons.
"Stop them, stop them quickly!"
The lieutenant general tried to organize his men to fight back, but no matter how much the lieutenant general shouted, very few responded.
Because today these Wuman people are as strong and brave as if they were possessed by gods. The most frightening thing is that they are not afraid of death.
The deputy general watched with his own eyes a Wuman man running past.
There were several scimitars stuck in his body, and all the blood was almost gone, leaving two clear lines of blood stains wherever he passed.
But he himself continued to rush forward desperately, as if he didn't know the pain and was not afraid of death.
"Crazy, these people are crazy!"
No matter how brave a warrior is, he is still afraid of a lunatic who is not afraid of death!
Not only the soldiers of Xirong were afraid, but Qi Zihao and Yan Laosan, who were watching all this from a distance, also looked at each other knowingly.
They had just seen with their own eyes that Jia Lin read an incomprehensible Wuman language to the soldiers and sent blessings to them one by one.
Then this group of Wubarians transformed from docile little sheep into the most ferocious warriors.
The eyes of the Wuman tribesmen who stayed in the same place began to shine when they looked at Jia Lin, full of admiration.
The young master is indeed a genius that only emerges from the Wuman tribe in hundreds of years. His witchcraft power is almost comparable to that of the ghost master.